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A strong pair of hands belong gripped on my thick hips.

Squeezing them with raw lust that will flow through my body like a river of sin.

The face attached to those hands will smirk at me.

His hands will drift to my chocolate

derriere.

Both cheeks won’t fit in his hands.

Yet he will have handfuls of my homegrown thickness.


He’ll have a pair of thick lips that will softly kiss my facial ones.

His kiss would tell my body his deep desires.

He desires to be the first man to explore my love gardens.

My pussy is wrapped tighter than a highly anticipated birthday gift.

My vaginal walls tremble for a masculine touch.

His hands deserve access to unwrap my most prized possession.

My legs will spread apart with no hesitation.


His lips will greet my lower ones with a soft kiss.

My lower lips are more sensitive than a mimosa pudica.

My lower lips will respond with a cry of liquid pleasure.


And he will deserve it.

And I will need it.


His tongue strokes will send electricity through my body.

My pussy will become a swimming pool of excitement.

My walls will separate with each flick

to make room for something thicker.

My cat will eye his hard curiosity and crave a pounding.

I won’t need him to start tender.

My fingers will dig into his back as he enters my moist caverns.

My body will become his possession.

He will kiss my lips, 

cheeks, and 

neck as he conquers my body.


But missionary won’t be enough.


No,


I would need him behind me.

My cheeks will bounce off his pelvis and then clap together.

The clapping sounds will sound like a standing ovation to my ears.

Or that of me being in deep trouble.

The man won’t be mad.

Just overly excited.


My sheets and female region will be a mess.

So will his crotch.

His musky scent will be buried inside of me.

My juicy scent will lace the shaft of his dick.

Permanently.


I could touch myself regularly.

But his touch will be more satisfying.

My wet lips are his 

and no other hand or shaft

could ever change that.


© 2021 Mia J

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